Here are the mature/bonus scenes from Nyctophilia on the Episode app.

Louise Carter, the football star, the cheerleading captain, the straight A student, the centre of attention, always thought life would last forever. But when she lost her little sister on a "rainy" day, everything changed. Feeling guilty for what happened the 12th August, 2005. Louise struggles with the grief and guilt for not being able to save her sister. She starts seeing her in her dreams every night along with her shadow next to her every day. And when she meets Jack Collins, the new cute boy in town, a new adventure starts as she takes her sister's favourite purple umbrella, a deep breath and Jack's hand, ready to walk the path to say her final goodbye and let go of the grief and guilt, once and for all. But will she be able to finish what she's starting as Jack comes with secrets himself? Darker than she ever could have guessed... My Purple Umbrella by N. J Colin Copyright | 2018. All Rights Reserved.

Overview: Divinely cursed and kidnapped by a pirate, Anubia is thrown into a mysterious journey - gods, magic, lust, and ancient monsters await on the seas of Erothenia. Story Sample: "Seven hundred years, almost," Anubia said. "Seven hundred years... Have you been alone all this time?" I asked. She tried her best to hide it, but I could see her swallow, trying to force the tears back and retain her composure. I watched as her eyes began to glisten, sparkling in the movement of the waves and the pale moonlight. She really was beautiful, glowing in the dim light, her eyes pulled down in the weight of her sadness. ... "Yes." My voice was barely a whisper when I answered him, the weight of my despair crawling on my back, dragging itself over my shoulders and resting there, perched and insatiable as always. I had spent centuries trying to learn how to live with my fate... it never got any easier, all this time later. I could read all the philosophy I wanted, distract myself with art and poetry and any other worldly pleasure I could find in this vast beauty of a world we had created... but as dusk came every day I was still the same: unchanged, unaged, a fallen goddess whose wings had been ripped from her and replaced with scales... a monster.